Page 88 of Crossbones
My hands slide to his hips and I feel my control slip. I slam into him, the pace vicious.
“Touch yourself, Cas,” I gasp.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. His arm immediately disappears underneath him and he cries out in pleasure as I hit that spot inside him.
“Fuck—oh God, yes, James—” I can see his profile, eyes shut in ecstasy, lips parted as he pants out unintelligible words.
I curl my hand around his neck and yank him up, his back slams into my chest and my lips capture his aggressively. I moan into his mouth at how this new angle squeezes my cock. Caspian is frantically stroking his length, chasing the edge as I fuck him hard and fast.
“You going to come for me, Caspian?” I growl.
His eyes crack open, a sliver of blue ocean visible in the low light. I feel his ass squeeze tighter around my cock and I grunt out a curse.
“I’m going to come,” he pants against my lips. “Please—can I—” His plea dissolves into gruff whimpers and moans, utter rapture written all over his face. Pleasure surges through me at his begging and I grip his hair tightly, holding his face close where I can watch everything play across his features.
He’s trembling in my arms from the effort to hold himself back. The look of open trust and vulnerability in his eyes has my chest tight. I want nothing more than to watch him fall apart in my arms—to surrender to everything, to surrender to us.
“Fuck—come, baby, come now.”
It’s like the words are a fuse, lighting up the air between us. Caspian presses against me and with a cry and many unintelligible words, he plummets off the edge. My arms grip him steady, holding him as he writhes against me. The look on his face is divine, head tipped up to the heavens, swollen lips parted in relief. His pleasure sends me into my own release and I spill deep in his ass, thrusting through the waves until all I feel is him.
I don’t know how long it lasts but it seems to go on forever, longer than any orgasm I’d ever had before and infinitely more powerful.
He is mine—and yet the meaning of that escapes me as I come back down to earth. Even so, I feel its essence burrow deep into my soul, digging in roots that clutch at things I didn’t know I could feel and leaving me with the echo of the truth; there is nothing but this—there is nothing butus.
CASPIAN
James has a spyglass to his eye while I lean over the rail of the quarterdeck beside him. My forearms rest against the worn wood as I look out across the crystal-blue waters. For the most dangerous place in the world, it sure is stunning. The waters are calm and so vibrantly blue it nearly blends in with the clear blue sky above. But I know looks are deceiving—the weather changes up here in an instant, and while the sun is shining, the temperature is still freezing.
But that’s the Straights. Alluringly dangerous, it is a continuously shifting landscape in the freezing cold waters of the north; the gateway to the Stormwrack that is nearly impossible to navigate consistently. The sandbars shift in the channels creating inconsistent depths and what could have been the route last time someone sailed through could be completely different a few hours later. Storms are frequent, tides are strong and tricky to predict, and to top it all off, it’s Kraken territory.
“I’m assuming you have some tried and true plan on how to get through the Straights unscathed?”
James glances at me before returning the glass to his eye.
“There is no tried and true way.”
“How have you managed to do it successfully so many times?”
“A lot of luck and a lot of rum.”
“So it’s true then,” I grin. “About the Kraken?” Common lore states the Kraken have an affinity for rum, but I never knew whether or not that was true.
“Aye, we bribethem with rum.”
He strides down the steps, calling to Harrison. “Pull out several barrels from the rum stores.”
I follow after him as we head towards his quarters. “It’s as simple as that? Luck and rum?”
“It seems to distract them long enough,” Blackwell answers. “We need favorable winds and hope the sandbars haven’t shifted too badly to close the channels—but aye—they like rum.”
“So you’re saying that’s kind of the least of our worries—” We enter his cabin and he immediately whirls on me, shoving the door shut. He backs me into the wood.
“I’m done talking about the Kraken.”
A smirk pulls at my lips as his body presses against mine. “Fine, I have another tentacle we could talk about, Captain.”
James groans at my terrible joke, dragging his lips across my jaw. I open my mouth but his hand grabs between my legs and I jump against him.
